Time is a thing, or it is not
but we must work with what we've got
Whatever's taught in your tribe or sect:
All that matters is net effect
“Don't look where it's now, look where it's going”
Look at yourself and see what is showing.
Drink river's flow, breathe the wind blowing
All to be learned is here for the knowing.
What comes in Your 'future' is what you decide
Memory's what You hold onto inside
And what is gained from another's eye,
A cache of ideas we want to apply
We make up 'the World' we categorize
As so much greater than we are in size.
So hard to see the self in disguise
Except for the honest, the keen, and the wise.
For observation on terms that we please
we manufacture impressive machines
Ones so grand we just cannot stand
the idea of pulling the plug with our hand
We cannot decide if we live or it dies
As long as confusion on this point presides
Do we want the job, or want the job done?
Is this work or maybe we're just having fun?
Feeding addictions we knew not we had,
Defending convictions we're not sure are bad
There's only one way to get where we go:
Consistent intention. I pray you will know.